I don't kiss *** but I do bust my ***
Id rather be ahead instead of coming out even
Thankful for everyday tomorrow:  get the day off
Its been a while since I've had time to myself
Thinking of ways to change up the same old routine
Everyday is a new day id like thing to change not sure how
Following the rules doing everything right
watch others cut corners and do wrong
Too legit to quit its not going down or back
Focused on the future hoping things change for the better

Every day is
The same--
Cold, dry
and empty
inside.

They say I should make new friends.
But it seems like everytime I do that
They get taken away from me.

I might never have happiness,
Will I?

Tell me words simple
that on my heart
when softly land
I understand,
and when they depart
leave me a smile's dimple.

The city is in flame.
Spring has set the streets on fire.
The walkways are glowing red.
Like the forbidden, the indifferent passersby
Stamp on them.
Under busy feet, littered on the concrete,
The raging fire paints the city wild.
They fall noiselessly on your path,
Giving you all and hoping nothing in return.
If you are not moved, trample them not, lest
They turn away not to be back again,
Flames of the forest!

Friends leave
I get that
Nothing lasts forever

But you believed her lies about me
And that really
Hurt

Without care it grows
Till the flower shows
Birds brought the seed
It's just another ****.
In a corner of the garden
Amid beauties a burden
One you would like to miss
It grows unloved in bliss.
You care not about its name
The uninvited without shame
That needs no water
‘**** it', you mutter.
Hardened it stands stubborn
Mocking you night and morn
Unloved yet in love with you
Baked in sun bathed in dew.
You can't take it anymore
It has to be shown the door
With gun you madly shoot
It's gone head and root.
Summer passes comes the rain
Your garden is green once again
For your love sprouts the undying greed
Once more the birds bring back the seed.

Hidden in the pages of a dusty book
I found a note- ‘waiting for you'
Who wrote it? How did she look?
We never met, it's long overdue.
Beneath dust of time, my mind was a mess
I couldn't remember her or recollect the face
Is she still waiting or sailed elsewhere
She was waiting for me, why didn't I care?
Why didn't she call again, send a reminder?
She was waiting, I didn't go to her.
In life's passage, an event mundane
The note in the dusty book became heart's burden.

The wrinkled hands
Bear not the slightest hint
They ever grabbed the golden orb.
Age mockingly hides
This body ever rose with the tides.
Now before the eyes
A swirling mist
Waits for the final tryst!